Lookalikes

(album: The Lives Of Others - 2021)

George Orwell works down the bottle shop
With a wink he gives me twelve percent off the top
Bette Davis cuts the top off a long stemmed rose
Gives me to a gratis with the touch of a note
[?] the harder the caution
She looking good Timmy, she's my favourite by far
Geddy Lee on a crutch in a hell of a rush
I'm going nowhere and he's got somewhere to be

Lookalikes [?] round here
Let's open up a club, fifty bucks to a beer
Unless it's too soon, got nothing on us
So Plato drives the 246 bus

Moon Dark rolls a cigarette on a log
Mackenzie Phillips straight to quip on a trip with the dog
George Clinton strolls in a world of his own
Am I the only one who's tabulating, what's going on?
Marcia Langton sits supping tea and a croissant
As the agent tripping balls at [?]
A dizzying display of cause célèbre
I'm a star-stuck [?] and qu'est-ce que c'est

Lookalikes [?] round here
Let's open up a nightclub, fifty bucks to a beer
Unless it's too soon, got nothing on us
So Plato drives the 246 bus

Nothing to see here (nothing to see here)
Nothing to see here but circus clowns
I can't be on all alone, yeah yeah yeah

Why did you confess? Oh
Why did you confess? Oh
Why did you confess? Oh
Why did you confess?

Lookalikes are a dime a dozen round here
Let's open up a nightclub, fifty bucks to a beer
Unless it's too soon, got nothing on us
So Plato drives the 246 bus
Lookalikes are a dime a dozen round here
Let's open up a nightclub, fifty bucks to a beer
Unless it's too soon, got nothing on us
So Plato drives the 246 bus

He's on the bus
He's on the bus
Oh, we're on the bus